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I used to think that when the weatherman said "Sunny Spells" it was when it was sunny and raining at the same time, some kind of M A G I C !
A belief from childhood that remained with me until an embarassingly late age, was that the jet stream, that all powerful influence on temperate and arctic weather, was caused by jets whooshing around the planet on intercontinental flights at high altitude.
I used to believe that on a cloudy day I could sing to the sun and it would come out for a minute. I would ask my mom "did you notice any sunny times today?"
I used to think that clouds were made of candy floss and couldn't understand why none of them were coloured pink
When I was little I used to love snow and I made myself believe that if I looked outside when it was snowing, the snowfall would stop. It happened once and I told my mum about it. She said it was just a coincidence, but I am still reluctant to watch the snow fall... and I am 23...
A very dear(teen)friend of mine belived it went dark at night because the
'Darkness' clouds came round our side of world'-what a girl!
i used to think that wind came from everybody in the world breathing at the same time...so i always wondered why the wind never smelled minty fresh
The Sky is Dirty
When I was very small, we lived in southern California, where it never rains in the summer - just months and months of cloudless, blue skies. The interval between spring and fall rains was long enough that a 3-year old might not have developed enough memory retention yet to recall last time it rained.
So, one day when I was just about 3 or so, I awakened to a dark grey sky. It was cold, which felt strange and uncomfortable. My mom dressed me in a little sweatshirt she retrieved from the cedar chest. I did not remember the shirt; yet I knew it was "mine". It was strangely familiar despite the weird smell from being stored away with moth balls. It was also too small, and mom had to tug pretty hard to get it over my head.
I looked out the window, scowling at the dark grey sky and gumbled, "The sky is dirty!" My mom glanced at me and remarked absently the sky was just cloudy. I didn't get the concept, which left me feeling puzzled and even more grumpy.
Later, I conferred with my best friend about the ugly dirty sky situation. We decided to do something about it. We ran into the house and dragged a high chair and a tall stool out into the yard. We thought climbing on top of the high chairs would put us up plenty high enough for what we needed to do.
My mom looked out the window and saw us on our perches, stretching up and waving dish towels at the sky. Puzzled, she came out and asked what we were doing. We informed her that the sky was dirty and we were going to clean it up! "Ah", she said, and disappeared back into the house where she cracked up with secret laughter. Alas, even the high chair didn't put us up high enough and the sky remained dirty! Later, when it started to rain, I was just amazed to see water falling from the sky. Will wonders never cease?
When I was 5 I used to believe that a tornado was a big ball that smashed everything that it rolled over.
So one day me and my friend tried to make a tornado trap. We used wood with nails sticking up so that when the tornado rolled over it, it would pop. It never worked, I was upset until I saw a real tornado on tv.
I used to think that clouds were attached to the sky and the earth turned underneath them. Some days the earth turned faster than the day before, sometimes it turned the other way. Wind was caused by the turning of the earth.
As a little freak of a kid I believed that acid rain would severely burn someone, and that it made a sizzling sound upon contact with the flesh.
When I was younger, I thought that snow days when school was canceled it was so all the kids could have a good time and play outside in the snow... it did not occur to me that it was because the cars could not drive on the icey roads... heh heh...
That the "glitter" in crispy snow was angels
When I was little and I heard a weather report in the winter, I always wondered why they gave two temperatures: one for the "windshield factory" and one for everyone else. I couldn't figure out why it would have to be so much colder where they made windshields. I don't remember how long I thought this before I learned about the wind chill factor.
I used to believe that the wind was from the earth turning.
I used to believe that when it rained, Angels were crying. And when it thundered, the Greek Gods were playing bowling.
When I was young I used to believe that when it rained, God was peeing on the Earth. My grandma got mad.
I used to believe that when it rained in one place, it rained all over the world. When told that this wasn't true, I imagined that there was an imaginary line, and that one side would be intense rain, while the other, only few feet away, would be clear and sunny.
When I was little I thought that all clouds were made from aeroplanes, because they always left a line of "cloud" behind them in the sky
I used to believe that when it rained or snowed where we lived, it was raining or snowing all over the rest of the entire world too.
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